THIS IS YOUR LIFE

When was the last time
you did something for the first time?

Whe was the last time you looked back in time?

When was the last time you cried for a friend?
Have you ever regret back and then?

Stop and think where you are heading for?
Im sure you can find an exit for this problem solve
Never is too late to make something worth
have you ever tell your parents how much they are beloved?
You walk a long way to settle for nothing more
your time is gone and have you ever tasted love?
Never is too late to give up the dope

you worked too hard to pursue what I dont want
you lost the north when you head for love
you could have said more I love you
you could have face your problems as they came
you could have had the sweetest child
you could  have lived truthfully throough

Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams
it was due to choices they had made, or not made.”

'I wish I hadn't worked so hard'.
1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
life is almost over and look back clearly on it
it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled.
it was due to choices they had made, or not made.
2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.
missed their children's youth
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
"Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
they had let golden friendships slip by over the years.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits.
Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content, when deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life
What's your greatest regret so far, and what will you set out to achieve or change before you die?

Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

The shadow of the Rainbow

Starring of my life

i was the main attraction of my life,
and still oversize-sense
the frontman, the leader, star and boss of this lifetime journey
what is left after this tourney?
A back street retirement or merely an adornment,
the orchestra in the back kitchen or just a roasted chicken,
the hand that pulls the strings and hide behind the scene,
hinky and the brain, but insane,
the soumelier znd the shadow of my figure.

The headlights were always on me
I was the lighthouse in the middle of the sea
the king arrogant with no plea but to live

to the joker with no teeth in his grin,
hide up behind a tree with no leaves,
scaramouze behind the curtain when nobody is lurking
in this theatre of pain,
cinderella in a play and unpaid,
my heart is getting small
to hold all the love inside me befalls
I promise I can manage it all
but the grief of another fall
in the next fall

Im the king behind his throne
the head with no corpse
the servants with a new Lord
and I am fond
bcause this is my fault.

Teoría del valor trabajo

by Cristina Peñarrubia on Monday, 06 June 2011 at 22:53

La fuerza de trabajo, productora de las mercancías, se cambia, se compra y se vende como otra mercancía cualquiera y obedece a las mismas leyes del mercado, sin importar que detrás de ellas hay un hombre. Este hombre es libre en un doble sentido: libre o carente de medios de producción (y por tanto si no vende su trabajo, no sobrevive), pero libre de venderle su fuerza de trabajo al capitalista que él elija de entre los interesados en comprarla. El trabajador asalariado vende su capacidad para trabajar, pero ésta es un capacidad inseparable de la persona y no se puede vender aisladamente; por esto, una vez hecho el contrato entre capitalista y trabajador, éste, su personalidad completa, su cuerpo entero pasa a manos del otro. (Teoría de valor-trabajo)

Ley de hierro de los salarios: el salario se reduce a lo estrictamente necesario que permita al trabajador subsistir y reproducirse. Si el salario sube más de lo estrictamente necesario, la población aumentará y al haber mayor oferta de trabajo, los salarios bajarán. Por el contrario, si los salarios son infeiores a lo estrictamente necesario la población disminuirá, provocando con ello una escasez de mano de obra y por consiguiente un aumento de los salarios. Esta teoría influyó en Marx para afirmar que el obrero nunca disfrutaría de los beneficios del capitalismo.

GO BRO GO!

GO BRO GO!

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Thursday, 07 July 2011 at 11:40

To calm us down, to share the grieve and the pain, to let us go, to let us feel, to hug you, to be your BRO, to those who are about to fall, to all of those I LOVE inmensiously, to die for you, to cry, to protect you from the unnecessity of harm yourself, to cry, to know what is like, to remember this fucking day, to play it loud, to tribute, to those who are not here anymore, to go through this, through you and through life...2 all of you...I simile. LOVE YOU BRO.

My Mildred is lost in Forest. Meine Mildred ist verlorene im Bald.

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Friday, 06 August 2010 at 10:39

The Morning you embrace the pain
the feeling is always the same

The fact of hearing your prayers
has come back in reverse

The tree along your arm
will keep you away from fat harm

The places and tears are gone
will you hit me with some more?

you feel artless and steady
the lower you feel that creepy

The cage in front of the moon
is my jelly prison in my room

Der Morgen umfasst du die Schmerz,
das Herz immer das selbe ist ers

die Tatsache des Hörens Ihrer Gebete
in reverse zurückgekommen ist,

der Baum entlang dein Arm
Du weg vom grossen Schaden warst

Plätze hält und Risse sind tot
Wirst du mich mit mehr schlagen zu voll?

Du fühlst arglistlos und ruhig
Die hunter die gruslig du scheeler Blick

der Rahmen vor dem Mond
mein süss Kerker in meinem Raum

HOOD letter

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Thursday, 12 May 2011 at 00:08

To calm us down, to share the grieve and the pain, to let us go, to let us feel, to hug you, to be your BRO, to those who are about to fall, to all of those I LOVE inmensiously, like you, to die for you, to cry, to protect you from the unnecessity of harm yourself, to cry, to know what is like, to remember this fucking day, to play it loud, to tribute, to those who are not here anymore, to go through this, through you and through life...to all of you...I simile. LOVE YOU BRO.

Cause Monarchy is an ancient tradition to be abolished

Cause Monarchy is an ancient tradition to be abolished

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Friday, 08 July 2011 at 13:49

Your changes have been saved.

The fucking King is dead, the Queen was raped & beheaded,

the Prince ran away, the Princess is still locked up down in the dungeons,

the Infants sent to a mine as slaves, the Dukes were slaughtered by the mass,

the Duchess worked in the asylum until the inmates ran wild and she was tortured,

decapitated and chopped in pieces scattered around the county,

the Countess is believed that is lurking from the shades and turn into a witch,

the Viscount and Viscountess got impaled by the shepherds,

the Marquess and Marchioness were fairly sentenced to the gallows,

the Baron was straight from the pillory where his body was tore apart

by dragged until death by horses while the luck of the Baroness went through stocks, branks and bilboes;

the rest like Lords and Ladies were locked up in the golden tower and the servants set fire on it.

The Marquess and Marchioness were fairly sentenced to the gallows,

the Baron was straight from the pillory where his body was tore apart

by dragged until death by horses while the luck of the Baroness went through stocks,

branks and bilboes; the rest like Lords and Ladies were locked up in the golden tower

and the servants set fire on it,

the Bishop and monks were used as human shields in the Clash against the Ottoman Empire and crusades

...all in the name of God..nobody knows what happened to the closest person to the king,

...the Buffon who is believed to plot the whole royal necessary decline

by their own "engines of punishments"...who laughs last, laugh longer.

The Geek of the Week

For as long as I can remember,
I have been unlike any of my peers,
Sissy surrounded by my sisters
Oddball turned the things upside down
cuz they looked better to me
Retarded, when pain was not the problem
Outrageous, when I play my life recklessly

Random free-associating conversations crappy music videos
I don't think linearly...C then B and perhaps A
I understand how to fit in,
but that's not meee
it's just that fitting in is so simultaneously stressful and boring for me.
I'm not exceptional nor special,
Let's rape the Cannons
forget about templates or styles
let it flow...geek yourself
geeks will love you
I believe in mines

Wanna contribute to society.
Added value part of the social world.
Consequently, I feel a lot of tension between
fitting in and flipping out.
Sometimes I feel like I am two steps away from becoming the geek of the week
The former is somewhat appealing, but the latter could be terrifying.

Come out geeks we all urge the need
Is this just "being gifted" or "creative"?
Life's short and impulses are free
Should I just stop caring or will
this finally push me over?

Put your heart and soul into playing that part.
Maybe you can find a crack in everybody's haart
maybe weirdo but beloved by your art

will be unable to overlook your quirks
to see what's good about me.
Do you feel that your quirks are a cliff?
tone that down. Channel it.

Brings to mind the fascinating world of the 'one-and-only'...
I found my outlets as an outwards of my inner fires!
Creation is my rescue becoming part of the "alt" crowd

Social suicide within this dreary world

you'vetaken for an idiot
you'll b taken for a fool
You're taken for the geek of the week!

WECKER SONG

life strikes minutes to night owl!
Life goes on even if you don’t want to
Despite many fears you break in thru... See more
Despite many dens you find too doom...
Dens to spend the nite in bloom

where you look for reciprocity, sympathy or warm in excess
and somebody who flash you so strong,
your eyes roll by,
touché at point-blank haart.
If I were me I’d like to throw the anchor deep
the dirt shaken off at the precise instant the lace around my neck gets so tight,
it shakes the naughty thoughts off my head.
I guess I’m doing it fine
in this great dedication of wearing me thin
wolves’ skin,to bite on
the leader’s pack nape…but watch out!

everything turns disenchanted and dull, in this world of wolves, in this wolves’ carnival his spanish masquerade shows up.
Catching up with an old nasty trend I never embraced, but I am truly aware someday, somewhere, somehow, some day you’ll find a beautiful place at the time you hold somebody’s hand, who blooms your face towards the brightest life ever....
then let the smile fly

offering what you have for your own lost cause, be happy
In spite of you, who still don’t know whether you like it or was it what you always pet hate…
C.C. Quince

MY GLITTERED SOULMATE

And I guess Im losing written perspective

in this staggering creative spur of evol... See more

that you nurture glow

with happiness we overflow

We'd better off out this show

within our carnival masquerade we endow

And I can't help it but fall for thou

lead the pack of thoughts right back towards you

this is cruel!

to feel you until you are to be in this endless remorseful loop

You shone the light in my den

How can I let you then?

when you gimme a thousand of reasons to be

you!, the vivid haart I have ever meet

I can await you ever after May

shivering these thoughts you sculpt out of clay

to Embrace me freely someday

Let’s stumble in the course of nites and days

With this ring I wed thee now

And with this eyes(bluishballs) I wedded thou into this woe

And with these lips I broke your seal

And in these arms I embrace your haart

With no harm!

Please! come and save me from this ample hole

likewise come and dwell cosy in my den.

Let’s find a shelter

whereby we may feel complete

wherein free rein is given to our disquiets

Let’s climb to the tallest tree

Above it all

Let’s give off a weedy smoggy veil

You inspired me, avid for inspiring you

In carving out our MASTERPIECE world

‘cuz nobody has ever made me feel so enthusiastic of us

My belly holds the fireflies gasping for air

‘cuz our Siamese lifetimes reach the blooming season

And every colour murmurs me cherished candied things

I see thru your eyes and I feel thru your heart

Just wanna battle hand by hand the numerous struggles throughout

05 January at 12:51 ·

Juggle Man that sticks right up his balls!

NOR QUEENS NEITHER KINGS but Princess

IMPETIGO

Ma Rum, enchanted Castle from the tallest tower to the deepest dungeon.

An Angel flies above,

the amalgamation of varnished tunes,

flickering colours, moods,

Shade thoughts and losts,

blind in the workshopdeaf at the show...alive and well in my dwell

The machinery rum steams out

under the gates

heat releases hate

feeds from cannons' RAPE.

Within the Gloom, where glee blows up in Bloom. I feel my rum, pump out draining the grimy ink onto the flawless canvass wall.

we do Artful Politics, we make heartful policies

with the daily pull of your coffee,

feel the latent beating within

thick smogey crowning your heart

shall not impede from sun beans

IMPETIGO floods my provinces

Rural prairies chained to Easternry Hills

but here at the crown of the world

I see layers of clouds below,

and the martial Law you spread its wordy roar!

Safetypins Crossed

You sew this ripped shoe
You tainted my life in glittered blue
As you painted me from Head to Too(toe)
cuz in this team we make
There are no substitutes, neither fake
but us as the frontlane
(of this teathre play)
Members…we see world above,
we dare to crowl and laugh
Cuz I was born poor out of plebeian love
This Oath I pledge allegiance to your crown

You, Princess OFF the ground!(off significa separado, en este caso de la tierra)

Powered up and bloom the LSD pump
into oblivion low, hence my haart sunk
Let’s do warfare back to the MF streets!

POPULAR HAART MACHINERY

This is the first and last letter I write you from Door 2E Gate 34
Don’t mean to stay away from you, It’s English but we both speak a language nobody understands.
They see from the outside, but I find a friend and love in you to be king for a day
You my everyday princess in our nest carved out in hell yeah!
In the Middle East of your enormous heart.

Too much world for your haart
Too much haart for this world
And I feel like my tears flow
Things are tougher when you are forced to leave them but things are brutal when you cant leave them



Cuz this was meant to be Popular Machinery
I differ, this is not Pop but gold
Cuz we squeeze our heart against each other
Let’s play a flea roll, you jump on me, I catch you in my armsway with glee

You sew this ripped shoe
You tainted my life in glittered blue
As you painted me from Head to Toe
Powered up and bloom the LSD pumping low of my haart sunk into oblivion
Because in the team we make
There are no substitutes but us as the frontline
Members…we see world above, we dare to crowl and laugh
Cuz I was born poor as plebeian
This Oath I pledge allegiance to your crown
Let’s do warfare!